That night, Wenhan's mind was in chaos. His family's misfortunes matched his experiences in prison one by one, filling in the gaps in his memory piecemeal. All the good things my father expressed in his letters turned into tears of weakness in the face of reality.
In Wen Han's chaotic thoughts, familiar faces flashed from time to time, flashing before his eyes like slides. Some he loves, some he admires, and some he hates...
Over the years, many memories of this explosive era in his financial career rose up and bloomed in his mind like fireworks...
